Summer Sutton said this, and actually, you can't blame him, as most people would probably think it's an insult.
Summer Sutton felt a bit embarrassed when he glanced at her like that.
Straightening her back, she hastily explained, "No, I was actually just... I was actually just..."
She racked her brains but couldn't come up with a good explanation for herself.
Was she calling him by the nickname she had given him?
If he found out about that nickname, would he kick her out of the car?
"I... I... the sun outside..." Summer stammered for quite a while, genuinely not knowing how to explain.
She didn't even know what she was saying, her words were incoherent and lacked any logical sense.
The man sitting beside her glanced at her indifferently, staring at her blushing face for a long moment, then slowly uttered a word, "Ink."
His voice was faint, very faint, like a clear stream trickling through a mountain canyon.
